You know what you want, get it. Make sure it responds to your needs - remote-control it, sub-routine it and on-demand it - wring it out.
But once you have it - something changes, doesn't it? It loses some luster - it isn't PERFECT, damn it. It wears out or becomes obsolete and the lust is reborn, refocused.
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Good good poem. If i was your mum i would refuse to buy you a replica doll of yourself and instead buy a copy of Mid summer nights dream. Your poems are rocking young and fresh. Thanks for sharing